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(Cont.)
And the wild man with the goat eyes said to Moses: “Ascend my hill, Mount Pisgah, and stand at the summit. Look out over the land: all the nations that you can see living around this area, I plan to have our workforce visit them, and tour each place, and mix and mingle with the citizens. So many new births will result from this, it will baffle you.”
Then, when Moses had enjoyed the view from the top of Pisgah, and inhaled deeply of the mountain air, the wild man placed his hand on the shoulder of his comrade and said:
“Now that you have had a chance to think about what I am intending to do for our people, it’s time for you to go down into the earth and be buried: just as we buried Myala, the consort of your brother Bryan. For you’ll no doubt remember the recurring nightmare that happened near the woods of Sin, when our troops came to the border of Rosemount, at the place called Fallout Rock, better known as Lynch Peak: the congregation rose up against you there; they complained about the way that you governed them, and then they murdered you. Yet I have been keeping your body animated till now, sustaining your likeness using a technique of hot voodoo. Nonetheless, my spirit shall not always strive with yours, dear Moses: thus, the pages of your book are numbered. The story that contains your story shall continue, but your own life shall stop. (The only everlasting scripture, which will never reach its back cover, because it is always being written, by every present age, forever, is the volcano of potential.)”
After a moment of reflection, Moses bowed and said to the wild man: “I understand. Yet I have one remaining concern. Let Yahweh, the god of the ghosts of all flesh, appoint a successor to fill my role over the caravansary: one who may pass in and out from before the congregation; who may go to and fro upon the earth, and walk up and down in it; that the people of the Volcano be not as goats that have no herdsman.”
And the wild man said to Moses, “As I explained to you and Bryan earlier, it seems better to me that I lead these multitudes personally, to avoid the confusion that results from having too many leaders. I prefer no leaders, in fact. Let all my people be prophets. But if you mean that I should set someone in a position to execute second-unit missions and menial tasks – dirty work, so to speak – then I have Yeshua the Zealot. If this pleases you, I can instruct Bryan’s firstborn, the robo-butler Satyajit, to perform some sort of ceremony about it.”
Moses was silent. Then the wild man said: “Think it over. Right now, I want you to join our multitudes and go mix and mingle with the Midianites. After that, we can take care of your death and burial.”
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Then Moses returned to his labor force’s shock-troops and made an announcement: “Prepare yourselves for a feast and a massive dance; for the Volcano has instructed us to go in and out among the Midianites, and to merge our multitudes with their multitudes.”
(This was the official, authorized, sanctioned version of the event mentioned above, where the Promised Seeds were collectively conceived. That initial happening was impromptu; it occurred spontaneously and lacked any starting or ending point – it was ongoing, in fact, when Moses made his proclamation. The chronology is confusing, as all these affairs tended to blend together: but that is the signature of a true Love Fest.)
Then countless souls from every division, throughout all the armies of the workforce, and matching amounts of Midianites, went out to the Meeting of the Courtyards, which was the main place of worship in that region, and masses flooded the canopied ballroom, and they coupled and danced.
And Man, the mechanical offspring of Satyajit, the robot son of Bryan the King, helped to distribute holy instruments to those who were coupling, and he held trumpets to blow in his hand.
And they danced with the Midianites, as the Volcano instructed; and all were satisfied, males and females. And even Balak, the leader of the sticks, became reconciled with the wild man, and the two made amends. Balaam also the son of Peor was seen laughing with Yahweh, as they went ambling among the couples with their spiritual javelins.
And the workforce from the Empire embraced and befriended all the people of Midian, wherever they found them: in all their cities wherein they dwelt, and in all their goodly castles. And they shared fire together.
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